Damian had just finished his meeting and was on his way back to his Mate whom he couldn’t wait to see. His steps were hurried and his mind was occupied with thoughts of her that he didn’t notice the presence of someone until he was pulled roughly, into a room.
All he heard was the door shutting close with a bang.
“Who dares…” Damian’s was annoyed and ready to take on whoever dragged him here but the moment he looked up and met those brown eyes, he stopped.
It was a woman, dressed in all black. She had half of her face covered with a veil but Damian could immediately tell who it was.
“Helga?” he called her name then swallowed, knowing what was coming next.
Under the veil, Helga’s lips raised in a smirk as she rushed towards him, stepping on the wall and throwing her legs towards him.
